[ 9S has never been short on ideas that may benefit them on the bsffledield. While he isn't a combat model, tactics and keen observation makes him a valuable asset. Without his combat visor, however, it's significantly harder to work efficiently. That's not to say it's impossible, but his nerves seem on fire when realizing it.
2B's resolve immediately steels him. She's not one for planning, but she takes the matter at hand head-on, and he has no time at all to question her. Despite the fear in his gut, his expression hardens. ]
Y-Yeah. I can give it a shot.
[ He has no choice.
Before he can even say another word, 2B has taken off to face the units that drop down. With both Pods acting as protection, they fire at ready. Delivering a rain of bullets as 9S quickly runs his way towards his personal target. His focus locks on, mind directed at only his task. He's good at that. Good at this, and they'll make it out of here alive because they have to. Because they promised each other nothing bad will happen so long as they have each other.
He takes on the flight units, hacking in and marveled immediately by the complicated systems that greet him. The security protocol on it is almost made angry. Deliberate where Command knew what he would do. He hisses, feeling a tinge of pain when contingency programs block him at every turn, attempt to overload him with malware-like files. It's like dodging a barrage of bullets, and taking them out one by one serves as a challenge. He's distracted, and it's only a matter of time before units seek to surround him. He doesn't run nearly as fast as they do. ]
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2B's resolve immediately steels him. She's not one for planning, but she takes the matter at hand head-on, and he has no time at all to question her. Despite the fear in his gut, his expression hardens. ]
Y-Yeah. I can give it a shot.
[ He has no choice.
Before he can even say another word, 2B has taken off to face the units that drop down. With both Pods acting as protection, they fire at ready. Delivering a rain of bullets as 9S quickly runs his way towards his personal target. His focus locks on, mind directed at only his task. He's good at that. Good at this, and they'll make it out of here alive because they have to. Because they promised each other nothing bad will happen so long as they have each other.
He takes on the flight units, hacking in and marveled immediately by the complicated systems that greet him. The security protocol on it is almost made angry. Deliberate where Command knew what he would do. He hisses, feeling a tinge of pain when contingency programs block him at every turn, attempt to overload him with malware-like files. It's like dodging a barrage of bullets, and taking them out one by one serves as a challenge. He's distracted, and it's only a matter of time before units seek to surround him. He doesn't run nearly as fast as they do. ]